#{lmao what}

[realramesh]

imagine having friends like these

[bittersweetlyblue]

"its always been you"

rafe thinks he’s good at hiding it. he has to be.

because if he wasn’t, you would’ve noticed by now.

it’s been years.

years of sitting next to you on docks, feet dangling over the edge, talking about nothing and everything at the same time.

years of late nights, you stealing his hoodie like it belongs to you, him pretending to be annoyed when you never give it back. years of knowing exactly how you take your drink, what makes you laugh, what makes you go quiet. years of being right there.

and never saying a word.

rafe cameron tells himself it’s fine.

this is fine. you’re his best friend. he gets to be around you, talk to you, know you better than anyone else. that should be enough. it’s just — sometimes it doesn’t feel like enough.

like right now.

you’re sitting beside him, knees pulled up slightly, talking about something that happened earlier, and he’s listening — he always listens— but not as well as he should be.

because he’s too busy watching you. the way your hands move when you talk, the way your voice shifts when you get excited, the way you lean into him without even thinking about it.

“rafe?”

he blinks. “what?”

you frown slightly. “i just asked if you were even listening.”

“i am,” he says quickly.

you raise an eyebrow. “okay. what did i say?”

he hesitates for just a second too long.

you laugh, shaking your head. “you’re unbelievable.”

and god, that sound. he’d do anything to hear it again. he hesitates for just a second too long.

“you’re quiet,” you say after a moment.

“just thinking.”

“about?”

he almost says it. it’s right there. sitting on the edge of his tongue, heavy, real — you. but instead, he shrugs. “nothing.”

you don’t push, you never do and somehow that makes it worse. because you trust him. completely.

“can i tell you something?” you ask, softer now.

his chest tightens. “yeah. always.”

you hesitate for a second, then: “i think i like someone.”

everything in him goes still.

“yeah?” he manages.

you nod, a small smile tugging at your lips. “yeah.”

rafe swallows. he'd rather eat a knife than hear you carry on. he forces himself to nod back, like this is normal, like this doesn’t feel like something just dropped straight through his chest.

“who?” he asks, keeping his voice steady.

you start talking, saying his name. explaining why you like him. and rafe? rafe listens. he listens to every word, because he always does. even when it hurts, especially when it hurts.

he nods at the right times. makes a quiet joke when you get shy about it. plays his role perfectly. best friend. always the best friend.

but his hands are clenched at his sides. tight enough that his knuckles ache.

“what do you think?” you ask, looking at him like his opinion actually matters.

like he has any right to it. he forces a small smirk. “i think you’ve got terrible taste.”

you laugh, shoving his shoulder. “shut up.”

he laughs too. because what else is he supposed to do? you lean into him again, closer this time, resting your head briefly against his shoulder. comfortable. safe. like you’ve done a hundred times before.

and rafe closes his eyes for a second. just a second. because this is the part that kills him. you trust him. you’re comfortable with him. you choose him — just not like that. not like the way he needs.

“you deserve someone good,” he says quietly.

you smile. “i know.”

you mean it lightly. joking. but he doesn’t. because in his head, all he can think is— i could be that. but he doesn’t say it. instead, he nudges you lightly. “just don’t be annoying about it, alright?”

you laugh again, pulling away slightly. “no promises.”

and just like that, the moment passes. like it never happened. but rafe feels it linger. sitting heavy in his chest. unspoken. unchanged.

because he’s loved you for years. and he’ll probably keep loving you for more and in silence as long as it means he doesn’t lose you completely.

and for him that’s a risk he’s never been able to take.

part two here

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[tuba-david]

I accidentally clicked on a temu ad while scrolling on my dash, but in the entire mosaic of potential items being sold i misclicked onto a listing for a fucking anvil? So now all my ads on tumblr are to buy ANVILS like I'm some sort of Looney Tunes villain

[weirdpngs]

[dinah-lance]

[oldinterneticons]

[raccoonmilf]

I don't have the full story - and lets be real, theres three sides to every story - side a, side b, and the truth.

But I will say, your behavior in this seems childish and manipulative at best, and objectively abusive with malicious intent when you break it all down. I don't know you, I never cared to know you tbh because from the begining I warned your roomate how off this seems... how it looks like someone who wants to exploit labor and how you'll find a reason to demand finances even though you said you would handle everything, but you really need a reality check.

You're preventing the person who is the reason you had the down payment for your home from accessing basic utilities and human needs- you're preventing them from eating, and you know how cold it gets and are going to shut off the heat in winter? Thats disgusting and abusive.

And blaming it on your dad, when you full well know you threatened them prior and then had your dad lock it up and take the key... and now you're threatening loss of access to the refrigerator and to HEAT? In winter? That is downright awful behavior, and you need to take a long look in the mirror.

You seem to be a cruel and manipualtive person who fakes nice, and misleading people on the internet and your friends - not giving the full story and painting them as a villain when they've had to clean up literal piles of festering cat feces from your cats, because you refuse to lift a finger because "that wasnt the agreement" when *you* are the one who changed the agreement intially...

You're evil, manipulative, and a narcissist at best just from what I know of the situation and what I see from how you talk about this vs. what's actually going down. Even if its not the full story that I'm being told.

Btw, I'm a trained and registered psychologist - you need mental help.

Its not normal to be okay with abusing someone, but especially not someone you've known this long who's disabled, and trusted you after you isolated them for your own benefit under the guise of helping them - and then only hurting them.

Your roommate will need months to recover from what you've put then through physically, and will be repairing those emotional and psychological wounds for years because of the PTSD you've given them. You were one of thier closest friends, and turned into their abuser.

You should be thanking your lucky stars your roommate isn't collecting ssi, because you'd already be in jail and fined your entire years salary for abuse of a disabled person. I'd be the first to make the call too, because I'm one of the people who have comforted them through your lies, manipulation, and again - downright reprehensible abuse.

Lets add on the moral implications of you doing this to someone whos Cuban and Romani when you claim support of POC. Threatening to sue them when you claim to be ACAB.

That is disgusting behavior.

I hope this experience teaches you humility, and you're able to reflect on how terrible you are.

Newsflash for your followers -

The roommate works 2 jobs and is disabled. When its cold or inclement weather, their joints get stiff and it causes extreme pain to move. For the past two years they have done everything in the house, including pick up feces and clean urine from YOUR pets. When they clean, YOU are the one who destroys it again and say "its my house" 🤷‍♀️. You hold their basic needs over their head like a communist dictator. And then, adding to it - you harass them and made this a public spectacle when they only spoke to their closest friends.

also, your fake little breakdown at Yama was cute. I hope everyone in your life sees you for the wretched, vile, sorry excuse for a human being you are.

Post this and try to argue your points. Let's see what lies you come up with.

Yeah, I’m not arguing anything here, I’m just posting this because I think it’s wild what my roommate is saying about me.

I will say this though—a registered psychologist isn’t the same as a licensed psychologist or a clinical psychiatrist.